Jeremiah valeska ~ 5
He treated me as delicate as he would a flower. I wondered every minute of every hour, why. But I soon realised why.
Jeremiah Valeska wasn't a kind soul and that's for sure, but if you were in my position, sat upon his lap, his fingertips raking through my hair, you would almost believe he was a good hearted lover. But he wasn't and I knew that all too well. Because the body laying upon the floor of the building we were hiding in was still oozing what was possibly cold as ice, blood.
He had slaughtered a member of his church, all because he did not bow as he stood in-front of him. Not a second though crossed Jeremiah's mind before he raised his blade and slaughtered him. But now that we was sat in the company of me, it was almost as if he was calm, different.
I had entered the room Ecco had told me Jeremiah was waiting upon my arrival in. And in-fact he was there sat in a chair facing the window gazing upon whatever was outside. I slowly walked towards the chair and bowed before him, I did this before even speaking because I knew the power he wanted, needed to have over people.
"Mr Valeska, Ecco had told me you requested my presence"
I spoke, now raising myself up into a presentable position and meeting his gaze. His smile widened and he reached out his arm.
"Yes darling, I would like to show you something"
He hadn't risen from the chair so when I placed my hand into his outstretched one I got pulled onto his lap. And turned to face the outside, to presumably see what he once was.
He wanted to show me how lucky I was, we were. To not be like those outside. Begging and pleading for mercy. Helpless. He said it as though he wasn't the reason for all this, that it was natural what was happening. However I was too distracted by the fingertips going through my hair and the arm around my waist pulling me closer to him to realise the full impact of what was going on.
We were sat there for a while, I was now turned towards him. I could see all the details of his unnatural face and hair. He was beautiful, a god. However now, I was resting my head upon his chest while his hands were holding me tightly not wanting to let me go. Falling asleep as the minutes ticked by. I was guilty for loving Jeremiah Valeska and being his pet. But it was survival, and what my heart desired.
